Dreams and Desires (7 page)

She tested her bonds frantically when she first heard the man's evenly spaced, deep breaths signaling his loss of consciousness. She realized quickly, to her dismay, that the efficiency with which he had tied her barred any slippage of the bindings that would permit her to ease one of her wrists free of the cords. When she realized the hopelessness of her yearning for freedom, she began to cry in self pity. After a short while, though, her rational self took over. She was a scientist, a weigher of facts, an expert in logic and reasoning. She realized she would have to use all of her mental skills to develop some strategy to deal with her frightful and terrorizing new reality.

First, she had to outline what she knew about the man, what she could deduce from her observations. That he was real was indisputable. She was way past imagining she was still in a dream. His silence was disturbing, but it might very well be indicative of the fact he was not mentally deranged. If he were, he would likely have ranted and raved while he assaulted her. He had not shown any of the typical quirks or idiosyncrasies of the psychotic. He had acted coolly and efficiently and with definite purpose. He had not taken the opportunity to vent rage on her when she made her desperate fight to escape. So, to use the vernacular, he was probably not crazy.

She had noticed several other things. His piercing gaze was abnormal. It was as if he were seeing a woman for the first time. He had used her expertly, but the expression on his face when he had massaged and pleasured her breasts was one of wonderment. It was unlikely a man of his age, he looked to be in his mid thirties, would never have touched a woman's breasts before. His bringing her off with his hand had almost seemed like he was conducting some kind of experiment.

When she saw him coming up the steps outside the house, he looked wobbly, as if unsure of his feet. And what was with the parading around naked outside? His body and hair had been all wet, like he had gone for a swim in the stream. How weird was that?

The thing that was most inexplicable was how she felt when he had placed his hand to her head during their struggle. He had actually, somehow, disabled her body. Kelly knew the human nervous system well. There was no way he could have affected her body that way by a mere touch. She knew what an electric shock was like and a sudden infusion into her system of a high voltage charge could produce similar results, a loss of bodily control and unconsciousness. He didn't have anything in his hands. She had seen them during the fight. And she would have felt extreme pain at the point of contact if she had been zapped. The feeling she had when he touched her, the emptiness, angst, sourness, was more like a sudden massive attack of illness. An injection of a drug could produce, perhaps, such a result, a nerve agent of some kind, but she experienced no after effects from his actions, no sickness or vomiting. Once she had awakened, she had been completely recovered.

And where were his clothes? Surely he didn't come to her house to assault her naked. He could have left them outside, but there would be no reason for him to do that. And why didn't he tie her up when he first assaulted her? Was he so sure he would be able to entrance her with his sexual skills that she would not try and escape?

The word ‘entrance’ triggered a whole new line of inquiry. She had been entranced. He had cast some kind of spell over her. She knew her normal sexual responses well and her reactions to his handling of her body were not consistent with her own history. For a moment, her mind swooned at the recollection of the passionate heights to which he had driven her. She felt a twinge of desire as she thought of it. Her body seemed to yearn for his touch. She recalled how quickly her heat had risen when he had massaged her breasts, as if he was transmitting some force into her through his hands.

Kelly realized she had raised more questions than supplied answers. What had happened to her, what she had seen, the evidence of the man's actions, defied logic. She needed more evidence, more facts. Miserably, she realized she would get them soon enough when the man awoke. She might learn things about him and his intentions she would regret knowing.

She lay motionless and confined for a long while, unhappily awaiting the man's pleasure. Her body actually shivered in fear. When she ran through the possibilities of her fate, her stomach quailed and she began to sweat. His unseen presence loomed behind her ominously.

Kelly's arms and shoulders began to ache from their forced extension behind her back. She tried to stretch her legs higher to relieve them, but only managed to bring soreness to her hips and her thighs. When she let the force of her body's natural desire to be at rest reestablish equilibrium between her limbs, it hurt worse than before. If the man would so cruelly tie her like this, what else might he do, she thought miserably. She realized that if she were to keep her sanity, she would need to think about something else other than the worst case scenarios of what he might have in store for her. Her mind drifted as she tried to calm herself.

So this is what it's like to be hogtied, she thought. In her wild days, she had been secretly intrigued by the whole idea of bondage, of surrender of control to a lover. The book she had read had instilled strange thoughts and feelings in her, something she had never talked to anyone about. She had never found the nerve to ask any of her boyfriends to tie her up, to use her as their sexual plaything. Once, she had spent an evening surfing forbidden web sites, marveling at the sights of the bound women and how they were treated. Her pussy had grown wet and her lust had risen while she carefully studied the faces and bodies of the women, imagining what it would feel like. She had never had the nerve to go back. Her feelings had shamed her. She was a modern woman, a feminist. Her mind told her it was wrong. If her current situation was different, if the man did not seem so strange, almost other worldly, she might be able to see these events as a kind of experiment, something to explore. But she realized the man's actions were no game. She had no ‘safe word’ she could give him to call it all off. She could not discern his ultimate purpose, but she had to consider the possibility he was a madman, perhaps sociopathic. He could kill her.

Suddenly, she felt as if she had been gifted with an inspiration. That phrase which had entered her desperate musings, ‘other worldly', could there be something to it? Her rational mind fought against it. There had been a movie she had seen once, a science fiction movie her boyfriend had shown her. In the movie, the characters had conjured up creatures they referred to as “monsters from the id.” They had acquired a super intelligence and were able to bring their emotions into reality. They created a physical presence that carried out their subconscious desires.

Could she have somehow conjured this man from her subconscious desires? The dreams she had been having were so strong, so realistic, especially the last one. The man sleeping behind her mirrored the image of the man she had seen in her dreams. Although his features had been obscure at first, they had become clearer and clearer as they went on. It was dark in her room when he had first assaulted her. She did not actually see his face until she had attempted her escape. When she had seen him ascending the stairs to her porch during her escape attempt she had recognized him immediately. How could she have known in her dream what he would look like in advance of actually seeing him? For his face in the dream last night was crystal clear. His body, his hair, the color of his skin was all the same. Even his height, tall, over 6', as Adele had suggested last night back at the lab, was consistent with his actual, now real, physical presence.

What did Shakespeare say? “There are more things on heaven and earth than are known to your philosophies.” She was not super intelligent like the men in the movie, but she had a strong mind, and her desires were strong, albeit suppressed for a very long time. She had read many things in newspapers and saw stories on TV about allegedly inexplicable events. She had discounted them. But what would a sixteenth century scientist have thought of the ability to record brain waves, or to control madness with drugs? Television, radio and electricity would seem like magic to a primitive man. “Science” had rejected Galileo, Keppler and Spinoza. It had scoffed at the very idea of bacteria. Even Einstein had been unable to decipher the ‘unknowable', with his speculations about dark matter, a multidimensional universe and his fruitless search for a unified theory of physics. Experiments with subatomic particles had produced mysterious, inexplicable results.

Her theory, if you could call it that, would explain how the man was able to manipulate her desires, how he was able to assert such total control over her. He knew her inside and out. If he were the product of her own mind, that would explain it. She recalled Sherlock Holmes’ dictum: If you eliminate the impossible, the answer that's left, no matter how improbable, is the solution.

If it were true, if the man was a product of her desires made flesh, then he would not hurt her. She had no desire to suffer pain, had no death wish. But she did yearn for sexual fulfillment. She did have a suppressed desire to be relieved of guilt for her needs. It all fit. It was a solution her psyche, if not her training as a scientist, could accept.

There was a clock on the dresser on Kelly's side of the bed and she had watched the time move slowly. It had been about 7 A.M. when he had left her to her own devices, hogtied and naked, and it was 8:35 when she heard the man stirring behind her. Her mind had kept wavering between a resolution to accept her situation as calmly as she could and absolute terror. Although she had given herself a mental framework to accept her situation, she was still afraid. She could be wrong. It did seem fantastic after all that he could be some sort of apparition from her mind. She would gaze at her reflection in the mirror, see the wide, silver tape he had placed across her lips and begin to cry. Then she would close her eyes, take a deep breath and try and bring herself back to a mindset where she could be calmed. It would last about ten minutes. Then she would open her eyes again, see the tape on her mouth, her naked, proffered body, her arms disappearing behind her back, her bent knees, and begin to cry all over again. She was fatigued from the emotional roller coaster she was on, but could not sleep.

Kelly's first notice the man was awakening was a tug on the cord that bound her connected hands behind her back to the man's wrist. Her heart went in her throat when she felt him stirring on the bed. She felt him untie himself from her. She jumped when she felt his strong but soft hand glide over her hip and along her thigh. She watched it run along her body in the mirror, a disembodied hand appearing from behind her. While it had been easy to propose to herself that she put away her fear, the reality of his touch made it clear to her how hard that would be. She had lain dormant for so long, she had almost forgotten she was tied. His touch reminded her she was defenseless against him and subject to his whims. She flexed her bound wrists and pulled at her ties with her legs, issuing a small whine from behind her gag. Her stomach fluttered with fear.

The awakened dream man was able to sense from his caress of the bound woman that she had begun to absorb the effects of his discharges within her. She would need much more to become fully acceptant of her new role as his familiar. He knew he could wash away her resistance with virtually a wave of his hand, but wanted to avoid direct disturbance of her mental processes as much as possible. There was plenty of time to accomplish his goal and no need to take drastic action. He read from her mind her efforts to come to terms with what had happened to her. The fact she had already begun to rationalize his existence and build a mental framework within which to accept it was a good sign.

He pulled the woman's body over so she was on her back. She gave a moan as he shifted her. She was laying on top of her bound hands and her legs were drawn up towards her torso. Her eyes widened in fear and apprehension and her breathing became sharp and strained. He pushed her knees apart, revealing her sex to him. He took a moment to appreciate her. His human mind was very satisfied with her body and he felt its appreciation in his loins. Her breasts lay gently on her chest, shimmering as she breathed deeply in her distress. Her face, although recording her unhappiness, was graceful, pleasing, well set off by her auburn hair. Her body tremored as he ran his hands down the inside of her thighs and she arched her back and whined from behind her taped lips. The feel of her skin and her helplessness before him fueled his lust. He moved his hand so it covered her mons and he began to stroke the length of the gap between her labia with his thumb. He watched as her visage went from fear and dismay to acute distress and then to passion. He could sense her efforts to resist him. But the energy he was conveying to her through his hand was too strong for her to overcome.

As soon as the man caressed the tender insides of her thighs, Kelly felt the telltale signals of her arousal begin to rise. She looked at him, disconsolately. He was going to fuck her again, and she realized, miserably, that she was going to succumb to another bout of lust. When he placed his hand on her sex, her body shuddered. She could feel her moistness grow as he began to tease her cleft. She strained at her bonds and moaned her unhappiness. He might be the product of her secret desires, but that did not overcome her conscious shame and belief what she was feeling as a result of his unwanted caresses was wrong.

Slowly, Kelly's resistance melted away. Her mind began to welcome the stroke of the man's finger. She shook and took a sharp inhalation of breath through her nose when the thumb began to stroke her hardened pleasure button. She tried to close her legs, to deny him access to her center of passion, but his strong arms kept them apart. Despite her struggle to deny it, she felt herself yearning for the man's cock to enter her.

The dimensional traveler sensed the woman's desire for coitus. It was what he had been waiting for. He eased himself forward and placed his hips between her outstretched thighs. His cock was stiff with his own heat and he ran its head along the length of the woman's gash, pushing aside the engorged love lips. She moaned as he did so and raised her hips invitingly. Her nipples were hard, her breasts taut. Her chest and face had a fevered look. Her body seemed to melt as he entered her. Her crevasse was tight and hot and the pleasure he felt spread throughout him. He began a slow, steady, rhythmic stroke within her. She moaned and squirmed, abandoning any effort to deny her passion. A part of him reveled in her helpless surrender to his power over her. None of his previous interactions with other races had been this intense. What creatures these humans are, he thought as he felt the strong pulses of pleasure emanating from his manhood. His cock's need permeated all of his flesh.